Q: "What's the best way to a man's heart?"
A: "Through his ribcage with a carving knife"
It's funny how life can repeatedly teach you things you already know. Like the fact that the vast majority of the male sex are absolutely lacking anything to recommend them.
"Ooo who's broken your heart this week?" I hear you cry.
Well to put it bluntly, nobody. That's half the problem. So far my heart is being broken by proxy. Looking at my friends and other animals I can see precious little to recommend having one of those new fangled human relationships that all the kids are banging on about these days.
I mean from my Ivory Tower all I can see is people having forced insecurity overdoses brought on by feckless males.
So this week just gone I've been feeling the hate for my fellow man. In the space of a just 7 days at least 4 females I know have been fucked with (and not in the happy way that leaves carpet burns) by cockwit males. It hardly makes me feel I want to settle down. Although the fact that, hetero or homo, men are seemingly full of shit should probably come as some small comfort.
Perhaps Lesbianism is the answer?
Having said that they seem just as baffled by affairs of the heart as I am so maybe I'll just carry on with the whole man-love thing.
*sigh*
Sorry is my frustration showing?
Underneath all this angst and knuckle chewing the dirty little truth is that it's been ages since I last had any cock and I'm feeling the burn in all the wrong places.
Y'know people say to me "You'll find someone oneday to settle down and have a relationship with"
Then I look at half of the people I know who are in them and think to myself...
"God I hope not"
Cynical. Much.
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